Tag Archives: Mythology

Gemini

Posted on January 21, 2023 by crispina kemp

Castor and Pollux, thrown high into the night sphere – hanging around with nothing to do Talented at acquiring more talents – if not with innate abilities then through their trading and dubious dealing Maybe not kings but guardians of … Continue reading →

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CCC217: Angels

Posted on January 5, 2023 by crispina kemp

“So graceful, the swans. And faithful to each other,” my companion remarked as we watched them at their evening ablutions. “Psychopomps,” I said. “What’s one of those when it’s at home?” I laughed at her expression. “It’s the soul’s guide … Continue reading →

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The Tasmanian Devil

Posted on December 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested. Me, wimp, wanted … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A True King’s Insignia

Posted on November 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Born of an egg, five hundred years in the hatching. Born into enmity with the Nagas, his one thousand siblings; bound into peace by Buddha. Taken by Vishnu to be his vehicle, to transport him horizon to horizon, fast as … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pale Beasts from the Sea

Posted on September 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

I remember when Sedna sent us the pale beasts. “Why’d she do that,” Yuta clawed at Ahnah. Ahnah shrugged. “But you’re the wise woman, you ought to know.” “Wise woman I might be, but I’m not Sedna to be in … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A Gift From Kianda

Posted on September 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Craig boarded that plane with heavy heart. Ten years he had worked with Brendon. Saudi, Oman, Sarawak, and now Angola. Separately they applied for the contracts and separately they won them. But this was their last contract together. Why hadn’t … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Merlion

Posted on September 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

The winds howled. Fierce lightning flashed through the sky. In their fright, the moon and stars hid behind the inky clouds. The waves crashed higher, higher. The fisher-folk of Temasek, terrified, prayed harder, harder. And from the southern waters rose … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Dancing upon the Demon’s Back

Posted on July 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Plodding, footslogging, the weight of the pack on her back weighing her down. On past prayer flags flapping and pilgrims trekking, to reach the festival place by the tenth day of this the tenth moon. There to watch her son … Continue reading →

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God of the Zodiac

Posted on May 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

  Who is the god of the Zodiac? Fleet-footed Mercury with his snake-twined caduceus Or the ever-triumphant Sol Invictus? Maybe it’s jovial Jupiter with his far reach? Or hot-headed Mars first into the breach? No, I’ll tell you, you heathens: … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: This Warm Place

Posted on April 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

This Tiflis, this Thilisi; this warm place. Where to Tamar once the farmers gave their grain Where Jason, seeking a golden fleece, a wife did gain Where the sacred fires of Zarathustra burned And initiates of the celestial Mithras turned … Continue reading →

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